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I became lucid when there was a kid doing a ritual in the middle of the street. I told myself "Hey, I do a ritual in the middle of the street with a REALITY CHECK", and I did a reality check by flying around the street.

Funny enough, I did a task of the month yesterday . . .

Before I got into the challenge, I played around with lucidity by
1) hanging out with a lot of ladies in a bar
2) stopping time before something bad happen to me
3) modifying the bad thing into a good thing
4) doing reality checking to keep me lucid

When I remembered to do the challenge (the lucid dream lasted for a long time), I created a museum in front of me. It took several forms before it resided in its final shape, a big cube. I entered, and the first thing I heard was



YEAH, THIS MUSEUM WAS A PERSONA 4 MUSEUM.

"Alright," I told myself. "It's good to be back to my favorite place!"

The internal of the museum was black and yellow, with a few classical paintings and a lot of modern architecture. I met with the crew of Persona 4 to explore the museum, and it was great.

I was on James Madison University's campus. It was at this building called ISAT which was a dorm in the dream. I'm walking up to it and I'm thinking about how I have an interview after my two classes so I'll have to dress up. I get on the elevator and it's taking me to different floors but not the right ones. At some point it brings me to a bathroom and I'm changing but I only really have my socks with no shoes on.

The elevator expands in size and now I'm with a group of people going up to interview with companies. I look across the elevator and see this guy named Hayden h. We greet each other. The elevator stops at the top floor and we get off and go into this massive lobby that sort of looked like a big dining hall. There's a bunch of empty chairs as we go to sit down. I remember Dana was there. I go and sit next to Hayden awkwardly and I see Lauren Oc to the left of him. I greet her but she looks at me like I am strange.

My name gets called but it is really fucked up. It sounded like "ussussell susanson" or something like that. I turn around and follow a girl into a conference room where I see there's a couches forming a circle. I sit down as she's telling me to sit in another seat but I didn't realize what she said at first. So then I realize she wanted me to sit somewhere else so I was apologizing. I get into the correct seat worried about what she is going to ask me. More and more people from the company start joining the interview and now I realize it's like a group interview. I get up to shake hands with the people but my jacket was too long and I just couldn't produce a good handshake. The woman to the left of me has a named tag that says "Timothy" and then a last name and she's telling me her name is "Timothy the something" and I'm trying to repeat back but I don't think I'm correct. I'm completely bombing this interview.

My last dream I'm lifeguarding at KC lakeview pool with no other workers helping me. Abbie is there in the pool and I'm guarding her. Slowly there's more kids in the pool and I'm starting to get outnumbered. I go over to the deep end and sit on that stand. There's more people coming in. I get out and quickly go over to test the water which is in this massive bucket instead of the small test kit. The owner walks in from the right and asks how the water is. I run back over to the deep end and continue guarding. A young man walks up to the other stand and sits down. I ask myself who that is and one of the kids in the pool answers that he's a new guard.

So I'm guarding pretty much the entire pool because I don't trust that kid. There's a lot going on. Now there's two diving boards in the deep end. There's kids jumping off when there's kids already in the deep end which is against the rules. I'm looking around the pool and seeing all kinds of rules being broken none of which the kid is helping me out on. There's people doing fake dives and real dives all over the place. I start to yell at the kids in the deep end. They aren't really listening. Most of them are my neighbors when they were young kids. I sit a kid out while I try to explain to him what was wrong. The young man walks over to me and I start to freak because he wasn't watching the other end, but turns out Johnny b. came in and is now on that stand.

I jump off stand and tell the young man to watch those kids breaking rules and sit out the kid I had to yell at if he did anything. I walk to my right around the pool. In the corner of the pool I see this massive rat that the kids are playing with. It comes out of the gutter and runs towards me. I'm not even afraid, in fact I was treating it as a dog and slowly petting it as it was getting closer and running around me.

I go out to the outside of the pool area into the parking lot. People are star gazing. Looking up, I see this face in the stars that was awesome, but I soon realized it was someone with a projector making the face into the sky. I walk back into the entrance and there's my boss with a bunch of other parents in the alcove. I say some words to them and then go back in. There is now a diving board lined up on top of the concrete jumping into the concrete. This guy wearing black shorts and a black/yellow cap first throws a massive dorito chip that shatters into many pieces in front of the board, and then dives head first into it. I kneel down next to him and yell at him for doing it saying it made me look back but then I decided to just let him do it again. There's a young kid on the board that I shoo off and the man gets back on the board and gives me this look like "hey you let me do this again."

I recalled several dream/fragments but only one survived a cursory review, the final one:

+ I'm in the seating area of a concert hall. I "remember" that normally I'm not on the ground floor here but now I am. I'm walking a row of seats and there is someone seated there reading a book(?). I turn and look towards the stage, I choose this spot so that I could see the performers, it is going to be some sort of chamber concerto (several instruments). The view is not straight-on but someone to the side. There is a glass wall [DREAM SIGN] placed in front of the soloist' podium on the stage.

2018, 02-12

The Dark Tower – Shootout Between Worlds

I am Ned Stark. I am riding a horse down a dark street in a medieval town, there are other people here with me. Three of my own people, and one other is called Little Finger, but I call him Little Dick. I don’t like Little Dick. But so far, I have managed to refrain from calling him Little Dick to his face. We are riding along the street when some other people get in our way. I recognize Jaime Lannister. Jaime is annoyed about my wife kidnapping his brother. This isn’t true, Tyrion went with my wife willingly. Jaime won’t hear it. Little Dick tells him to get out of the way. By now Jaime has his own people surrounding us. There are a dozen of them. Jaime says that Little Dick can go. Little Dick says he’s going to get the city guard. Jaime says he knows he can’t do me any harm without risking my wife killing his brother. Jaime leaves the circle of soldiers as if they are going to leave us alone. But as he leaves he says that I cannot get out of this without being chastised, and tells his men to kill mine. Three men are with me as guards. It is raining hard, so I think if I can summon a bolt of lightning it won’t look out of place. My people have drawn their blades, and I do the same. We are ready to fight. I am focus on the song Battery by Metallica. I feel an electrical charge building around us, but then everything changes.

It’s as if the entire world around us has melted away. It looks like the Assassin Creed games when you’re switching from one memory to the next. The world falls apart around us, and then reforms into something completely different. My three men and I are still on our horses. Jaime’s people still surround us with their blades drawn. But we are not on the street. We are in what looks like a large executive office. Both Jaime’s people and mine appears stunned to inactivity. There are a lot of thugs who might be working for the mafia. There is shooting going on. We have appeared in the middle of a shootout. Since Jaime’s people were surrounding mine, they start getting shot first. I hear someone yelling something about shooting the spooks. I am really not sure what to do, but being on a horse doesn’t seem to be beneficial. I get off of the horse to make less of a target. I wonder what happens if Eddard gets killed in this weird world. One of the thugs has gotten too close to me with his gun. He’s now close enough to take out with my sword, so I do so. I take cover behind an overturned table.

There is complete chaos in the room, horses screaming and panic, people yelling and confusion, other people just yelling for blood… I see one of the thugs taking aim at a young man. I cut him down from behind. The young man looks over at me and looks really confused. I am thinking he is probably surprised to see someone dressed in medieval armor that appears to come from nowhere. I noticed a weird sensation, my hair is standing up on end as if electrified. But I haven’t been focusing on battery… I hear horses crying out I think they’re getting shot, and then the world falls apart again. One of the horses, having been shot, collapses right on top of my leg. I can feel my leg has broken badly. I tried to look around, but all I see are bodies. Every one of Jaime’s men are dead, and mine are, too. I wonder how I managed to avoid getting shot. I am trying to get my leg out from underneath my fallen horse. I can’t do it. The horse is dead. I try to use telekinesis to move it, but that doesn’t seem to be working. I hear someone coming. I am still trying to get free when I hear someone coming. Everything fades to black as I lose consciousness.

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The other side: I am on beach. It is night time, and I look up and down the beach to try to figure out where I am. I see a door, it looks like it doesn’t lead anywhere. I can see and triangle of light shining through. This is one of the doors from the dark tower books. I go over to the door to see which one it is. I noticed a large crowd the lobster preachers all fighting over something on the beach. What the fuck? I ignore them, and go through the door. On the other side of the door I’m in a bathroom. I hear the sound of gunfire from the next room. I know where I am. This is Balazar’s place, and this is where Eddie and Roland are in their shootout. I go through the door into the office to help. The shootout has already begun, I am reminded of this by the deafening roar of Roland’s revolver. There are a lot of other people here, most of them I don’t recognize. I see one that I do recognize. It is a young man with guns look like Roland’s, I think it might be MoSh. I see MoSh take out a couple of thugs with a couple more deafening blasts from the guns. I am still thinking that my abilities won’t work, so I take a gun off of a dead body that has fallen near me. A thug not very far away asks who the fuck am I? He then says it doesn’t matter, if he doesn’t know me then I’m going to die. I see he’s got that backwards. I quickly aim my weapon and shoot him right in the head. I see another thought taking aim Roland from behind, and I put a bullet in him, too.

That’s when things get weird. People materialize in the room from nowhere. Four of them are on horses, and there’s about a dozen more dressed in medieval armor and wielding swords. I’m not sure what to make this, I don’t remember the previous part of the dream. I hear a man yelling to kill the stroke, then he adds kill all of the spooks. Apparently they think the strange are spooks of some kind. Most of the new arrivals seem too stunned by their new surroundings to do much of anything. One of them acts quickly and slides off of his horse. I see a couple of them manage to take out a thug or two with their swords before they get shot. I’m not sure if these bullets are armor piercing rounds, or if the armor just isn’t very good, but it doesn’t seem to be protecting them. I feel bad that the horses getting shot. Then, just as quickly as they arrived, the strange visitors fade from existence. Both the living and the dead disappear, leaving no trace they ever existed. The man I think is MoSh is not far from me, he asks what the fuck was that? I tell him I don’t know. Soon all the thugs are dead. I see one final thug come to the doorway. He throws something at Eddie, it is a severed head. Eddie freaks out and start shooting at the guy, but he gets only one bang and the rest are dry clicks. Roland shoots the guy in the head, and he falls dead. Eddie keeps trying to shoot him, that was his brother’s severed head and he is both hurt and pissed. I wish I could do something to help, but I don’t get a chance to. Everything fades and I wake up.

I am lying in my bed as I woke up from a dream and find my cousin sitting beside me. I am confused but glad to see her here. She explains she took an expensive flight and that she could only be here for one day. I told her I was feeling tired and that we could talk after I wake up. I go back to bed in the dream and when I woke up I notice she was gone. I go in to my closet and notice everything is completely upside down. I then check the living room and notice everything was darker than usual.

I then wake up from my dream again and found myself lying in bed. I assume that all things that just happen must've been all in my head. I get up and check in to my closet and found everything was the same as I had dreamed of it. All the items were completely upside down and I beginning questioning my reality. I know my cousin is a troll but would she go this far? And how could she change everything in such a short time? My room look completely girly and unorthodox.

That's when I became lucid and realize this must be a dream right now. But then I woke up again, in the same spot on my bed. I was awake still however and decided to figure out if this was a dream again or was I really awake now. I see now I have two front door's for my room. This came off as a dream sign and then I open the closet and notice it was still girly. I wake up again, and this time I really did believe I was awake in waking life.

Getting up out of bed felt realistic and my closet didn't look as weird. But when I went in to the bathroom I notice I was wearing a hat and that my mirror was in the wrong place attach to the wall. I take my hat off and notice the back part of my hair has been completely cut off. I begin to panic as I remember my cousin saying she would do that to me in my sleep. I begin running around in disbelief and finally woke up for real.

A meeting is taking place beside a river between a knight and a woman. His name is Gawain. Her name is Lotus. It seems like the beginning of a relationship between them. But she can see into the future, and she knows that one day, he will kill her. And yet, she doesn't attempt to break things off.

I am seeing things from his perspective and from hers, and also from somewhere outside of it, where I don’t like the way things are going. And so I pull the scene apart, untangling all the little mental streams that are contributing to it and recombining them into three separate bundles. It will be easier to work with this way, I figure. Now I am in the kitchen of my old house in M--- with my mother, preparing a meal. I’m making the salads. But as I tear the lettuce into smaller pieces, I can still see the river there, and a little point of red light shining in the grass beside it. It’s easy to see and easy to avoid, but it still makes me uneasy.

In a different dream, I’m in a grocery store, although the building seems to be serving multiple functions. I’m there shopping with Saimi’s little sister, who seems to be around seven years old. After a while, I figure I’ll let her take care of a few things. She gets to do something all on her own, I get to read for a little bit—it seems like a pretty good arrangement. I tell her to pick out some plums—maybe three, whatever kind looks nice—and I sit down at a table there with my book of Rilke’s poetry, which I apparently have with me. She goes off and comes back a few minutes later with a single plum in a plastic bag. She places it on the table and then leaves again. A few minutes later, she’s back with another plum in a bag. Kids. You know there’s got to be some sort of weird logic behind this.

But now something else seems to be happening: there’s going to be a horse race here, inside the building, and Saimi’s little sister is participating, along with three other people. But the horse she’s on is a rather strange one: it seems to be made of some embroidered red material with yellow patterns in it, while still behaving like a living horse. But the race doesn’t begin immediately, and I awaken before it actually takes place.

I was in a city like environment. It looked like one of the later areas in LSD Dream emulator with pink fog and strange flashing colors and textures applied to everything. There was oddly shaped buildings and cars in the roads, but there were no dream characters to be found anywhere. I was more or less lucid from the point this dream began. I feel like there was more to this dream than I could recall, perhaps a non-lucid portion, but I only recall the lucid portion.

I wandered the streets for some time. I was fearing another empty dream in where there were no dream characters present. I attempted flying, something which is nominally a reliable means of transportation in dreams did not work sustainably. I could leap into the air and hover momentarily and then would sputter down towards the ground.

I noticed there was a large purple pyramid shaped building in the center of the city, with a golden star on one side. The star looked like it might have actually been a door but it was about 20 stories up and I wasn't sure how I would get up there. I felt compelled to try and get inside thinking that I might be able to find something interesting inside. I climbed a nearby building and was getting ready to leap to the golden star when when the building I was on fell out from under me. I lept backwards onto another building which put me even farther away from the pyramid building but kept me on a roughly even level with the golden star.

I ran for it and made a leap to the star, and attempted to pull off just a bit of flying to get over there. I managed and tore through the star like paper and headed inside where I climbed some stairs and headed into a large cross-shaped room. There were stairs on the far side and lots of smaller rooms off to the side. Each of the small rooms had even more rooms that it branched off into. There were dream characters present, some were just standing around talking and others were going in and out of the various rooms.

All of the walls were covered in a purple felt-like fabric but felt hard underneath. The floor was carpet with a childish looking pattern of planets with cartoon faces and outer space on it.

Marcus appeared and explained to me that this was a lucid dreaming school, and I would have to progress through all the rooms and that after this there were more rooms on the next level up.

"Well let's get started then."

I went and opened a door (which I think had a number 1 or a number 11 on it). When I opened it a miniature tornado began to manifest itself in the room, visible by swirling gray dust. A semblance of a face appeared on the tornado and he laughed at me before dashing out the door and blowing around the main room, knocking into people, blowing papers out of their hand and the like. Marcus got a vacuum cleaner and sucked up the tornado.

I asked him if it was cheating to do that, but he said that it was alright as he was just a projection of myself. He said that the stairway had opened now and I could progress to the next level. I climbed the stairs and now saw that I was in my high school gym, on the second level where the running track ran around the inside of the gym. (Some of you may remember user JustMe13, Well I've kept in touch with him on Discord) He was there.

He challenged me to a race around the track. I wanted to practice dream super powers and I've never put much thought into super speed. We started running the race and both of us made surprisingly quick pace. I had difficult rounding the corners at the end of the track as I did not seem to have particularly good grip on the ground and would have to wall run along the corners, and encountered some strange dreamlike physics. Although he actually won the race due to strange physics. He then left saying he had to go back to the first level.

I began talking with another dream character and told them some things about myself and asked if they could meet Manei. I told them they could and started to summon her. I was partially successful as she did appear but was somewhat translucent. She greeted the other dream character who was ecstatic to meet her. The other dream character then left as well. I got more control over the dream and I thought about how I have black belt trial testing (for second degree black belt) coming up IRL and needed to practice my sparring. Just by thinking of it sparring gear appeared on both of us.

While I practiced my sparring sets, we had a conversation about something... I don't remember... might have just been small talk since I haven't been lucid dreaming much. One thing I remember was that Manei was able to draw up memories of lessons on various sparring sets and tricks that I didn't remember learning but upon waking up I have confirmed are legitimate, so I must have learned them at some point in the past. I do remember bringing up how in sparring, I prefer to only use the basic kicks. When I did sparring on my black belt test, I found my opponents would sometimes incorporate spinning kicks but were too slow and inexperienced to implement them properly, the move was always telegraphed and could be avoided or you could counter with a basic kick.

Manei vanished randomly after a few minutes. I could tell the dream was ending but wanted to execute some dream meditations. I haven't done much dream meditation but I laid down on my back and crossed my hands over my chest; how I've been meditating in waking life recently. I focused on breathing and managed to hang on to the dream for about two minutes before waking up.

I just wanted to make a note that I am looking to get back into lucid dreaming and that I have started meditating and dream journaling once more. Recently alot of dreams I've had have been nightmares; things involving themes like realistic portrayals or terrorist attacks or me losing control of a car and running over a group of young children. Things that I wouldn't feel comfortable describing at length in a public blog post. So it was a relief to have a more pleasant dream that I could come back to.

I know I make really long Dj posts so if you only read one part just read dream #1.






Hi, everyone. Here are my dreams from the night of february eleventh to twelvth.





Dream 1.
"A Real Dream State Superhero. "

I went to bed around 7 P M pretty tired and I think I fell asleep pretty soon there after. I found myself in a dream which seemed like almost right upon falling asleep at the beginning of the night, which is usually surprising. By the time my memory of it starts, some other stuff had already happened, which I was trying to write down within the dream (not lucid yet).

I was in my room at the house I lived in last with my Dad and my sister. They were playing some Biggie Smalls and something else on the television. I was getting mad and I think my sister was even doing it to annoy me. I kept trying to start writing my dream so far and then the noise would irritate me again. I got mad at them, said "this is B S," and left my room.

I walked out into the living room and heard more televisions and radios on, that I figured my Mom was listening to. I turned it off, and it came back on. I fought with it a little bit, turning it off, and then it popping back on, until eventually it stayed off. I was getting pretty angry at this point, although feeling bad about cursing at my Dad and my Sister.

I went into the kitchen of that house. The layout of the house was very much like it was in waking life. I saw my Brita filter out on the table or counter which is a little unusual because I usually keep that in the fridge. For some reason I started to think it might be a dream, and did a finger palm test. This time the dream state check was done from more a perspective of thinking I was awake, but doing the dream state check to cope with a crappy situation. I do that sometimes in waking life and I guess it is translating to my dream now. If I get really ticked off about something, I will do a finger palm test, because I expect that emotion to translate into my dream somehow. This time, it actually did, and I was very surprised when my finger showed through on the back side of my left palm.

So, here I am, lucid in this dream. I am trying to decide what to do first. I look at the windows and door and consider flying. It is dark outside.

I think of apologizing to my Dad and sister for sort of yelling at them before. I start heading back to my bedroom where they were last. Next thing I know, I am running through the house, but everything is all black. I feel the sensations of my body running. I am running at full speed but I can't see anything. I feel like I am fighting against a current.

I am in my physical bed now and I feel a very ominous form of sleep paralysis. I begin to fight it, hearing some ominous sounding voices and seeing some visualizations I am afraid of. (I don't remember the exact voices or visuals as of now. ) I am punching my arms, wondering if these are my physical or non physical arms. (They turned out to be non physical arms. ) I remember my intention to just relax if I encounter sleep paralysis, and I am able to just relax. The wave of sleep paralysis passes and I am laying in my bed a moment.

Another wave of sleep paralysis begins right after that. This time, I see two sort of faces above me, one of which has the word "Liver" written above it. I hear a mix of male voices that I think I have heard in other dreams. (The Mr. Singapore dream and Scissor Hands Kills Me. ) They are saying that they will give me lots of power, and then chanting the word power over and over. This seems kind of scary or ominous but I remember to just relax. Then, after hearing the scarier voices, I hear a very shrill voice that reminds me of Tutter from Bear and the Big Blue House. The voice says, "A Real Dream State Super Hero!" and then the wave of sleep paralysis ends.

Now I am in my physical bed, thinking through the dream experience. I feel very pleased with my successfully remembering to relax through the sleep paralysis. I think that if I could relax during that, I could relax during anything. I feel so enlightened and happy about the shrill voice's comment, that I am now a "Real Dream State Super Hero" for passing the test of the night terror.

As I think through the dreams, I realize I must not have slept for long. I feel my body go tingly and I decide to go to sleep again. I feel confident that the memory will be in my mind next time I wake up.








Dream 2.
"Fragments. "

Vague memories, I am telling my friend Tom something, maybe in a battle with him. Maybe something with weight lifting, maybe something in the woods.

There are some women from a meeting or concerned with their weight, maybe my aunt.

A lot more happens in the dreams but I don't remember.

These parts i remembered a little more clearly. My friend Jared is working on a project with my other friend Dave in an office. Jared is away a lot and Dave is working on the project by himself. He is wondering if the project matters. I am thinking about Dave's predicament while looking at the base of a tupperware. The idea comes to mind that I could send him a letter saying that the project is important and Dave's work is much appreciated, and say it is "From Jared," But then I think that Dave will find out it really wasn't from Jared and I will be caught for making the fake letter.

People are at computers. Maybe my friend Carlos is there. I also work there, but as I walk through the corridor between cubicles, I think about how I don't want my job.

Some more things happen that I forgot.

Then there is some talk of a Blue Tooth headset thing shown from the back of a persons head. There are some superior and inferior models of bluetooth headset shown. The guy talking about the Blue Tooth headset seems to be Tim P from Snoozon dot com. Something about dating is also worked into the scene. The band of the head set wraps around the back of the persons head, rather than over the top. There is a little plug like where a Samsung charger would go.

In another part, there are reference web pages. Someone is saying that children should just be given this big volume of lucid dreaming references and left to work it out on their own, not ask questions from others. the text is white and the back ground is black on the page I click on. There is another page to the left of that I didn't click on.

When the dream ends I am laying in bed for several minutes thinking but without realizing I have woken up from a dream. I come to my senses and realize I have just dreamed. I recall as much as I can and go write it down.






Dream 3.
"Cat Spray / Booty Pants. "

I had a very hard time falling asleep for these. I just could not get the position of my pillows right and it took me forever to fall asleep.

I had some parts of this dream that I forgot. Maybe this was when I dreamed of Stephan from how to lucid talking about Brain Wave power Music. Now here is the part I remember clearly. I am laying or sitting down somewhere. A cat walks onto me and at first I am kind of uneasy about it, but I decide cats are good and I just relax. Next thing I know, the cat is putting its butt toward my face. I start to panic because cat spray is supposed to be really yucky and I think it is about to spray me. However, I can't move. I try to struggle to get the cat off me, but I can't move. (I know this was a dream because I was laying on my back or in a recliner chair in the dream, but physically I was on my side. )

I wake up from that and think back through the rest of the dreams. I remember some right after, but I can't remember them now as I write this. (This is why I find dream jouraling in the present tense confusing. )

A lot happened in the next dream but I forgot. There was a part where I was telling someone I really like them instead of fighting. I was setting up my cell phone and stylus on my dresser drawer near my bed, like how it was arranged at my house in high school. I think i fell asleep within that dream, and dreamed of dreaming.

The dream within the dream is of a game show thing. There is a blonde haired guy with short hair answering the game show hosts questions. He is kind of doing these dance moves from behind the podium as he answers them. There is one other contestant on either side of him. The middle contestant has a funny voice and I notice the situation is a little unusual.

Then the game show host starts to question the contestant on the left, who is a female. Her pants are very baggy. She is also doing dance moves while answering the questions.

The game show host mentions "booty pants" and now the girls entire bottom is hanging out of her pants, but they are pulled up all the way in the front. Her bottom sort of sags out of her pants in an unusual way.

Next, the "dream screen" is showing me a bunch of african american people running from one building to another. They are all wearing these "booty pants" that their bottoms hang out of. They all have the same kind of saggy bottom that flaps around. I am thinking that this must be a new trend, because maybe it is not considered public nudity, for them to show their bottoms. Two women are running from one building, then they are all killing each other. The next thing I know, I amn't just watching through a "dream screen", I am actually there! And a few people run at me to kill me.

I think there may have been a part where I was hiding in a bathroom but now sure.

Next thing I know I am in a mall type of place. (I forgot some parts of the mall. ) In the first part I remember, i am in some kind of lecture. A woman is standing up and telling the crowd how we must never forget the trauma of the booty pants massacre. She doesn't refer to it as such but that is the idea i get from it. She is saying how it is unfortunate her boss doesn't want her bringing it up and how we all want to forget the horrible event. I respect her for speaking the truth but I judge her apperance in some ways. She is wearing a woman's business suit type of thing.

Next, someone is giving a lecture from up ahead. I am sitting with my back against the edge of a table. Kind of hard to explain, but like the only thing supporting my back is the narrow edge of the table, not a whole back of a chair. It is a black glass table. A woman asks me to move further back or to where there are seats for some reason. I go to move back further to this place where there is a semi circle of folding chairs. Some have more padding on the bottom than the others. One faces perpendicular to the lecturer, but has more padding. I go to one ninety degree from that to be head on to the lecturer. There is black cushion on the bottom of the seat. They are a type of tan or metallic brown fold up chair that is a common color for fold up chairs. I am thinking about how sitting with my back against that table like that would definitely give me a knot in my back from all the pressure on one tiny spot. But now I can't see the front of the place in the mall where the lecturer is speaking. I can still hear them speak but can't make out the words. (I don't know what the lecture was about. )

Some more stuff happened in the dream but I don't remember what. It took me a while to remember to try to think of what I had dreamed this time, probably due to the difficult falling asleep. I am glad to remember the part about the cat spray, because I thought that was interesting, and not too upset to have forgotten the rest. It seemed too soon to get up again.





Dream 4.
"Dream Journal in Nana's Front yard. " (Segments)

I forgot what happened earlier in the dreams, if anything.

I am sitting in my Nana's front yard, by the exit of her driveway. My friend S was sitting toward the middle of her front yard. We were both dream journaling. I was on a low beach chair and he was on some blankets about 20 feet away. there was something about not being social enough, and I replied by saying, I am making great relationships right from this chair. What I meant was that I have a lot of social interaction within my dreams, for one. Also, writing my dreams probably helps me be a better friend when I have the chance to.

I was dream journaling something from earlier in that dream or a previous dream. It came out upside down some how and I was kind of confused about that. One dream idea involved relapsing in the dream, and waking up glad I didn't relapse in waking life. Glad it was just a dream. In the dream, the idea was that before bed, I wanted to relapse, but I didn't. So then I relapsed in my dream but woke up glad I hadn't really done it. I was trying to use that to explain one way in which dreams have been really valuable to me.

My sister was showing us her dream journal and talking about how she had a new annotation system. She had two dreams on the same page, but in different fonts, so they were still separated, but most dreams went on different pages.

Someone was under S's blanket at some point. I think that's why he said something about relationships to me, when I was just sitting alone dream journaling. It is funny that I dream journal so much in dreams but it is because dream journaling is one of the main things I do every day.

Throughout this night, i had this funny experience when I would wake up, that I would be in a stream of thoughts, but not aware I had just woken up. I would slowly come to and realize I had not thought of dreams right away. It was kind of different. I also had a lot of dreams of dreaming within a dream or falling asleep in a dream and waking up in my physical bed, more so than usual, not sure why.






Dream 5.
"Kidnapped / Nightmare. "

First there was something that wasn't a night mare of selecting Pokemon for my roster of 6 in the game or a battle. I was checking if I got all the types I would need to cover all the type advantages but I think I was missing a few essential types in favor of keeping some Pokemon I liked more on the team. there was an idea of making it through a long dungeon within the Pokemon game where there was no where to get more potions or ethers and it was one of the most difficult parts of the game. I think my team had a water type, a Meganium, a Dragon and Flying type, and some others. I wanted to be sure I had accounted for my rivals starter. I was sort of merged with the game screen at times but other times I was standing at a desk, playing the game, and talking to other people there. It was kind of dark.

I forgot some parts in the middle here.

The next thing I remember, I am looking at these really scary masks up high above me. there is one mask up to the left that is scary but I dont remember it now. Up and to the right, there is a gray mask with a really scary, scary, scary face, and I keep looking away and looking back. A voice is telling me not to look at the masks. Every time I look back, I am like, man, why did I look again? But then I look again. It is very nightmarish with amplified feelings of dread.

In another part, I am being held captive by a guy and maybe more people elsewhere in the building, but one guy is watching me at the time. (Note to self #1*)

At one point, I tried to look out the door, down the hall, but I could tell they didn't want me to. The guy supervising me in the room was holding me still and holding a phone screen in my face saying some accusatory words. Then, he was pinching me from the left side of my abdomen, and it created a really unpleasant sensation. I was afraid this pinching would go on forever but I was also afraid to complain to the guy in case he would make it worse. He gave me some confusing instructions.

Then another guy came in the room who was going to torture me at mid night. The guy was wearing black gloves and seemed in his fifties. He was called Spike. The main guy in the room with me said, "Spike comes out to play at midnight." I felt a lot of fear and like I had no way to escape. So it was definitely a night mare. I guess if things got really bad, I would have become lucidly aware it was a dream, but it wasn't quite bad enough for that to kick in. Maybe they meant for it to be that way!

I may have forgot some parts. But midnight hadn't come yet, so Spike "hadn't come out to play." I was walking in a lit hallway, like the hallway of a mall. There were rolls of toilet paper on a shelf and I went to get some of them. I had a sense that I was being a good prisoner and I would return to my room with the toilet paper, not that I was escaping. Then, the guy from my room was there, and he told me not to take those toilet paper rolls. He brought me along the hall way and I saw some doors that said employees only or something like that on black placards. Then he brought me to this one door that became a giant garage door, and typed some things into a key pad. I think he typed in the number 6 and the letter D, but I am not sure. But in the dream, I definitely took a mental note of what buttons he pressed, in case I needed to go back there during my imprisonment.

It turned out to be a train station. the guy said to pick up someone for a Pokemon T C G game and then make money off of playing the game with them. He said that was how I could be more independent. There were lots of people in this room, and it was bright. I remember noticing some heavy people in particular.

I forgot if anything else happened in between. I may have woken up there or right before and thought it through, but fallen back asleep for there to be more of a plot.

I was walking on a wooden walk way, with two black bags. One was like a gym bag and the other was another shape. They were my stuff and I was leaving wherever I was imprisoned. Some metal music was playing in the dream and it went with the emotions of a mix of deep sadness at having this done to me, and anger at the people who imprisoned me. I don't know how I got out. But I knew that I had been traumatized and would never be the same. I felt really numb about it all but beginning to notice the anger and sadness surfacing as I walked along. It was a bright day and everyone else on the wooden walk way seemed happy.

Some women were walking by in the opposite direction, commenting on the feeling of the wind. One woman stopped right as we were passing by each other and stood still, saying how she didn't need to go anywhere, just to feel the wind. I wanted to say something to her in reply, but I was too withdrawn. I walked by her.

I don't remember if I woke up directly from that part or if there was any more after that. When I was reviewing the dream, I thought it was cool how the dream continued after I woke up a little and had some resolution. It didn't just leave me there being tortured by a series of captors, but it sort of showed me that I got out and was free again. It seems like a significant dream in a lot of ways but I don't know what it means.








Dream 6.
"Stretching on mats / I think I'll go to sleep now. "

This was a pretty short dream. I tried to fall back asleep on my left side after writing those previous ones but a nerve was pinching in that shoulder. I was really annoyed at this but switched to my right side.

I dreamed of being in a wrestling room with a bunch of maybe 15 foot by 6 foot pieces of wrestling mat. Each person got their own 15 by 6 piece of mat and it was kind of like an extra big yoga mat. Mine was in the front corner of the room to the right. I got up from it and saw another kid going to take it, but I told him, that is my stretching mat. I was far on the other corner of the room and had to keep yelling it accross the room as I rushed over to stop him from taking my yoga mat. Then, I was helping him and some other kids find their own. There were other stretching mats folded and rolled up here and there. Mine was dark green and others were blue.

Then, I was laying back or reclining on my stretching mat. I forgot if anything else happened between these parts, but I remember looking at an image of a Goomba from Mario on my phone. It was brown and pretty big. I was surprised to see it. The top left corner of the screen was blocked by something else square.

As I looked at the Goomba picture, I noticed I felt sleepy. I felt just how I sometimes feel before I know I am going to drift off to sleep. So I kind of closed my eyes and laid back, excited that I was going to fall asleep and maybe have a dream. I really thought it was waking life. I felt my body do this vibrational thing where it kind of bounced back and forth in a range of motion of a few inches, kind of hard to explain. I was really excited because I thought it meant a cool dream would begin. It turned out that I was already in a dream, and the next dream to begin was just that I would be laying in my physical bed! So I awoke to the "physical dream", ha ha ha.

I was surprised that I had fallen asleep because I didn't remember falling asleep. I tried to lay still and dream chain a little, but my body wanted to move, so I got up. It was about 7 A M so that is not too early.

That was it for dreams last night. It seemed like my dream recall was much fuzzier than usual but there were plenty of interesting dreams now that I look at it and type it out in full.

Last night was hot and annoying. I kept having repetitive thoughts because it kept me awake.

1. Saw Eye. Was semi lucid. Something was attached to me that I couldn't release. Was like a shadow monster that rained shadow droplets around me.

2. Childhood friends visited me. Drank a soda that was root beer flavor that my friend bought.

3.Eye appeared again as comfort. I felt sick.

4.A random girl was talking about a transparent rainbow slime thing that smelled like bubblegum and her fav meeting place.

+(f) There is a team of people working in a large corner of an (abandoned lot? Public park?). There is a large pile of sand/earth there. They are hiding themselves and their equipment under sand-colored tarps?

+ Miniature golf: it is a timed game I'm playing simultaneously against some guy. The final move is to take a can of (refried beans?) and to slam it down across the finish line. I'm rushing like crazy but manage to finish first.

+ I'm looking out over a lake scene, lake Tahoe. It is pretty choppy and there are large waves, like in the afternoon. I'm telling someone how my favorite time there is in the morning when the lake is completely calm. I see that the wave has washed over the side of my canoe at the water's edge and a container full of potatoes is starting to float away. There is another container of something also floating away and I need to choose which one to save first. At the water's edge I see things moving in the water. I look down and see some small crayfish. There is a huge boulder here where they are hiding. I look more and see more and more crayfish [DREAM SIGN]. I mention that there are some really large ones here, the size of lobsters. As I turn away I catch a glimpse of something on top of the boulder and someone exclaims "It's a grizzly bear!" I look back and see the bear tussing with my wife. I'm trying to extricate her from the bear's clutches (the bear is about the size of a medium-sized dog), and I notice the bear is doing some really strange gestures like compulsively wiping its eye.

I had to do some experimenting with sleeping positions to fall asleep but eventually it worked. Before bed I did waking life recall of the previous day and some light cardio and stretching.



Round 1 of Dreams.
Witch Lady / Diglett attack / Guitar scales on bus / Truck into freezing water


I forgot what happened up until here. There was some context that there was a lady who was like this witch lady and I was trying to find her photograph to click on it and then be able to fight her or defeat her. There was more before that but I can't remember like where the idea of the witch lady came from and all. Maybe something to do with playing music or that she was locking up my creativity.

So, I was looking at all these photographs, but apparently the witch lady was inaccessible. They were all sort of decoys or secondary figures.

Then I was at the bottom of this hill, in this dungeon room type of thing. There were these boxes I could hit and activate and then an enemy would come out. I would fight that enemy and they would explode or whatever like in video games and coins would appear. Then, I would collect the coins.

The next phase was that the witch lady was going to roll a bunch of poor little digletts down a hill that were supposed to run me over. I started walking up the hill against the flow of Digletts rolling down. The Digletts were actually innocent victims and more on my side than hers. She was just using them for her evil purposes. I found that if I just laid down, the Digletts could roll over me with no damage.

This was interesting part because when I say "me" and "I" what it was kind of like was there was this female video game character who was the protagonist. And then I was mixing between seeing her from outside or seeing the dream from her perspective. But I had a sense that was "me" or "I" because she was the protagonist? I don't know if it was really "me" though.

So then "I" got to the top of the hill and the witch lady was mad I had made it up so far. She took hundreds of these poor Digletts and cast them into some giant folder type of thing on the side. This was supposed to destroy or sacrifice them. I thought it was sad but it seemed the witch lady couldn't quite kill me.

I forgot what happened next. Maybe I fought the witch lady or maybe more other stuff happened.

Next thing I remember, I was on this school bus. A woman I was in a long term relationship with back in college was sitting in the seat accross the aisle and one ahead. She was looking at my shirt and saying she had never seen it before. She was reading it to me. (Note to self #1*) . I was telling her that she had seen it lots of times before and I told her the proper way of saying the name on it. Then she was putting her bare foot on my shirt. This seemed normal to me.

Then there was someone who objected to her doing that. They were like, are you really going to let her just put her foot on you like that? And I felt kind of awkward because I didn't want to insult the girl but they had a point in a way. In the context of the dream, the girl putting her foot on me had more to do with just being "uncivilized" than being rude to me.

Either before or after that, I had a guitar, and so did a guy accross from me. I played a scale in kind of a cool way. I remembered the fingering to the major scales. 1, 2, 4, 1, 3, 4, 1, 3, 4, something like that, starting on the low E string. Well, I thought i was remembering it, but that seems off. Then, the guy accross from me played the same scale but in some super rock star kind of a way. He was using some double notes where he could play a note on say the twelfth fret but then play the fifth fret on the same string simultaneously and it sounded cool. It was way better than my attempt at playing. There was still a tone of not being allowed to play music though.

So then on the bus we were driving down along this road. There was some building and some kind of dirt road. The people were kind of pressuring me like, are you going to spend the rest of your life with this person? (Note to self #2*) I really honestly wasn't sure at that point and felt torn, but pressure to decide.

Then, we got to this sort of field with some small dirt hills. (Note to self #3*) There was something about having 15 minutes to get accross to the beach on the other side of the woods but not being sure if we were ready to set up this tent in the cold without having all our blankets and such. We weren't prepared for a night camping in the cold. Then the guy said he only had 15 minutes and was going to have to go all the way around. I said, no, look, there is a dirt path there you can drive on. Sure enough, he was able to drive on that dirt path and so we headed toward it. There was some ice on it but we were in a pick up truck now and should be fine if we take it slow. To the right of the path there was a body of water.

Next thing I knew, the driver was heading straight for the water, to drive over the ice. I was thinking to myself, this is a bad idea, you won't be able to drive over the ice. It will break and the car will sink. But the guy went in anyway and sure enough, the ice broke, and we were all in the car, sinking underwater. Luckily we were able to get out of the car but it was pretty scary, especially with the water being so cold.

I guess we sort of abandoned the pick up truck and were going to walk the rest of the way. Now there was a sense that someone was mad at us for drowning the pick up truck and would be coming after us.

Next part I remember, I had gotten to a house that was supposed to be my Dad's. The other two people from the pick up truck were gone. My Dad was in the bathroom or something. I was in the kitchen and saw a bag of red ground beef on the counter, like a see through plastic bag. I weighed it and it was about 4 ounces. It seemed that my Dad had seasoned it up to make something for himself. I wanted to tell my Dad that if he was the person who answered the door, the people who came to kill the other people might not know that he was not one of the people who ruined the truck or whatever else. But then they might attack my Dad so I wanted to warn my Dad to maybe leave or not answer the door?

Looking back, I realize that I was the first person they would see if they came in the house, and I wonder if anything else happened in the dream. That was as far as I could remember.

I remember physically awakening on my left side some how, even though I went to sleep on my right side. I was kind of surprised at this. The first thing that happened when I woke up was like my mind was sort of melty or something? Like I felt like I half knew that I should be thinking of what I had dreamed but my mind wasn't fully awake yet or it was still disconnected from my consciousness. Eventually, it got to where I could grab hold of my mind and think through the dreams. So I stayed still, and thought, and nothing, nothing, nothing came until I think the detail of the red meat came to mind, then the ice water, and it all kind of flowed until nothing else would come to mind. I was able to wait long enough to pee to think back to that witch lady part and try to remember further and further back, but I couldn't get to any earlier than looking through the photos and trying to "click" on the witch lady to access her.

I am not too angry about forgetting that part because I am surprised how much I remembered for just the first time waking up through the night. Maybe I want to use a voice recorder through the night instead of the computer screen, so I don't get so much light exposure, but I don't know how to set it up.











Round 2 of Dreams.
"Crash in my back yard / Talking Turkey"

I woke up from this dream, started to remember it, then fell asleep a little bit again. So I think I lost some, but here is what I remembered.

I forgot a lot of the beginning. But where my memory of this dream begins, I was sitting at my Nana's table with my sister. I was sitting where my Nana sits, which looks out at the whole back yard. My sister was sitting with her back to the wall where the T V is. I think my sister was drawing something and I was talking to her about it. She might have fallen off her chair or something, I don't quite remember, but it was something.

Then, I looked out the back yard through the windows on the door and saw this giant black metal sort of thing. I was like, my goodness, that is definitely unusual. I didn't think I might be dreaming, but I was pretty surprised. I think I tried to point it out to my sister and she said, oh, its nothing.

Then there were some police officers at my door. Some kindness came over me and I invited them inside the house, rather than keep them standing at the door. They were telling me how they came because there was a huge car crash and explosion in my back yard. We were on this big set of pink carpeted stairs, and all the police officers were all sitting around and laying down on the stairs. I kept noticing there was a table we could all go sit at, but I guess we all wanted to stay on the stairs. They were asking me when was my last time on something called "2 4 7 3 6 5". I tried to think back in my head to the last time I was on "2 4 7 3 6 5". It was morning time in this dream.

I started to worry that once my Dad got home, he would be upset that I let the police officers in. So I hoped they would leave before he got home. They wanted to borrow his truck. Them taking his truck would cause him to miss his 9 A M A A meeting (he doesn't go to A A in waking life) and this made my sister upset. There were some jars of change on the steps.

At some point my perception was that the big metal thing in the back yard was put there as a barrier so I wouldn't have to witness the wreckage of the car crash. But really I think that the big metal thing was the thing that caused the "crash" effect and the explosion.

I think I forgot some more parts of the dream after that.

Next in the dream, I only remember this part about a man being lusted after by women. He had some kind of name like Georginio'Bimbi or something like that. The initials were G apostrophe B. I forgot the rest but I think he had long black hair.

I think I forgot some more parts around here.

Then the end of this dream involved a scene with two guitarists on stage. I remember touching one of their guitars and noticing all the different wah wah pedal types of things there were on it. The guitarists seemed like they were going to have some kind of "guitar duel" but they ended up playing along with each other. They both had long hair and maybe beards.

Then the guy on the right dropped down to do abdominal crunches while the guitarist on the left continued playing. The guy did abdominal crunches to the tune of the guitarists playing.

Then I think there was a screen showing some of the antics back stage to the audience as the two guitarists did this performance. A guy came along and stole the guy's guitar who was doing the crunches. He ways sort of muttering to himself (for the crowd to hear, because he was acting) that he always wanted a guitar like this. So the "dream screen" followed him as he took it behind the back stage curtain and he wished for a car. A red recliner chair was along the side of a grey stair case and this seemed to be the fulfillment of his wish. On the chair there was a big raw turkey. On the turkey was some writing, something like, "I can have what I want." The guy either laid back on the turkey or he threw the turkey to the side before sitting down. Then he reclined back as far as he could in the red recliner chair, talking about how he was so happy to have his new car, by which he meant he was so happy to have the chair, but the chair was his "car". He was going to play guitar while reclining all the way back and he seemed so happy about it. I think the stair case would have got in the way of the neck of the guitar because it was right up against it. All this scene from the chair was seen from like a side profile view.

So I woke up from these and began to think through them. It was like I knew something had happened but I didn't know what it was, so I kept trying to remember, and eventually, the details came up. As I was thinking about the part with the turkey, I fell back to sleep. I had a dream of a turkey singing "I'm talking!" In a deep voice kind of like Plankton's voice from Spongebob. That is not the first time I have been thinking of a dream detail from a dream I just had, woken up, and thought about it, and suddenly I was in a dream all about that dream detail. Interesting phenomenon.










Round 3 of Dreams.

I forgot some earlier parts of this dream. Also my dream notes were not sequential so I am not really sure what order this all happened in. I will try to put it in the best order I can. (Usually I like to put the dream in the order it happened if possible. )

There was a part with my sister and it was her "last day visiting". I remember being unable to sleep and not really knowing how to handle her leaving. There was also a part where I was walking through the neighborhood with my sister and encountered my sister's friend's brother in a hooded sweater. I think it was on one of the roads I walk to the grocery store on because I remember the chain fence behind him and it looked like where I make that turn. But I remembered thinking I have no idea who these people are.

So then, there was this part where I was dreaming of having difficulty sleeping. I was wondering what to do. I tried looking on You Tube and I found this one guy's video that was interesting. I don't remember the content but it was definitely pretty cool. I tried to copy paste the title of the video but I noticed it contained some parts that weren't letters. They were actually like bars that I could slide a little bar along like a volume or brightness bar to control the percentage of certain content within the video? Kind of hard to explain. One of the sliding scales was called something like "transgender". So I guess the higher I put that scale, the more of a "transgender" quality the video would have?

At first I thought the Youtube video person was really cool but then it turned out they had a lot of issues. They were a black haired transgender person who was raging at everyone. It seemed like they were trying to stand up for themselves though. I remember they went down some stairs, and I kind of went down the stairs, too. I had to go down them backwards so I didn't hurt my knees.

I was thinking they are so angry because they are just constipated, or that if they would walk down the stairs backwards, like I did, they wouldn't be so upset. (Note to self #4*)

I am not totally sure of the order of events in this dream or if I missed anything. But next, some of my friends from high school were around. My friend Tom had a big game boy. He was drinking too much alcohol and then shutting the game boy around his head, so you could only see a game boy where his head was. Then, he was sitting on the edge of the table, and fell off it backwards, hitting his head really hard on the ground, with the game boy on his head. It looked like he had a brief case on his head. I was concerned that he must have been really hurt, but he got up and said he was fine! I didn't realize it was a dream.

Then there was a part where there were two locations the dream would toggle between. It was a Pokemon game kind of thing and I wish I remembered more of it. Each location had a brown portal and a white portal. One portal brought me one place, one portal brought me back. The portals were like glowing concentric circles in the ground. Okay, so then it was some sort of Pokemon battle thing, but I mainly wanted to just walk around the level. I was seeing the "dream screen" as if it was the view point you see when you play Pokemon on gameboy (like ruby/sapphire generation).

Then I was sitting with a woman and she was showing me some kind of maps or schematics. She sat down on my leg to show the maps or schematics to me. I was really sort of in love at that point because I guess that is definitely a sign she liked me, and usually when a female shows the slightest sign of interest in me, I fall in love!

There was this part where these brown socks I have appeared. The woman and I were both looking at the sock and it had a hole in the back of it above the heel that looked like the hole in the hat where you adjust the width. So there was a part where the "dream screen" just showed both socks.

Then the woman and I were sitting in some bleachers but in my living room. We were sitting pretty high up on them, towards the back. We were looking out at the beach one moment, then it was in my house. We were talking about getting jobs so we could have a life together. I was looking at a schematic and the view of the beach and saying how it wouldn't be that difficult for me to make schematics for a living. It is much harder for the people who have to actually build it or make the materials, but just making the schematic is easy, and I could do that for a living. She was talking about getting a late shift, like noon to 8 or 4 to 12. We were saying how if we both still like each other when we have jobs, we can be together. It was very loving. I was sitting slightly behind her at one point with my face in her hair, kind of holding her like a big hug from behind, how some couples sometimes sit. Like a spooning hug I guess you would call it, I don't know. It felt really like a gift because I felt a lot of love for this dream person.

I started to worry that my Dad would get home. Sure enough, he came in the front door. My attention went away from the woman and I guess she dissappeared. He had just gotten home from somewhere. He laid down on the lowest bench of the bleachers to do a bench press. Somehow he had got 150 pounds from the floor to the bench press position without actually having spotter racks like bench press racks in the gym do. The bleachers made long benches for bench pressing. I went to spot my Dad and accidentally pushed the bar down instead of helping him up with it but he still pressed the bar anyway, so i was relieved I didn't crush him. Then I noticed it was an E Z bar, which means it isn't a straight bar, it has kind of pointy parts as it is bent at different angles. There is usually a pointy part in the very middle of an E Z bar and he was bouncing this part of the bar so hard off his rib cage that I could see his rib cage get pressed down and bounce back up. I was thinking to myself, that is so dangerous, he really should not bounce the bar like that. But he was even throwing the bar in the air and catching it, and then at the end of his set, he flung the bar on the ground in front of him. That would be a very unusual way to lift weights in waking life, but I didn't become lucidly aware. Next, I saw another barbell, but it was only half the length of a barbell. I thought of my olympic barbell in the basement and that I could get that for him instead, but then the dream situation shifted again.

He had gone out to get a second "yard scooper" so that we would have two such shovels to use as two "shovel arms" for picking things up in the yard. But he forgot to get the second one while he was out. I was thinking of other things we could use in the mean time so he didn't have to rush back out.

I wrote that at some point, there was a thing with Eminem lyrics, but I have no idea where this fits. It wasn't the content of the youtube video so I guess I will just leave it at that. I also vaguely remember some sort of buildings near a beach, but the buildings were like marketplaces with no roofs. I didn't know where that fit, either. I woke up from every dream with that image in mind but couldn't really think of what had happened regarding it.

I woke up from these dreams but fell back asleep midway of thinking through them. Luckily, I didn't lose all the details. I was groggy throughout this night when it came to waking up to recall dreams. But I had enough energy to keep myself up long enough to remember the dream before I went back to sleep.

Later on I also remembered that I had a dream where I was trying to post a dream journal entry on a forum somewhere. I was falling behind on my posts but not because I wasn't writing them. I was just working on multiple posts at once so I was going to post them all once I finished them all, instead of one at a time. I was trying to make a post to explain to anyone who wanted to read my dream journal entries that I was sorry for the delay but there would be a lot of posts soon. (This came from my idea of going back to older dreams in my DJ and posting them up in archived DJ entries. ) I was actually thinking of dreams I have actually had within this dream when thinking of the dreams I would post.











Round 4 of dreams.

I forgot what happened in the beginning of this dream. It was something with my sister and Aunt. My memory of the dream starts with me walking through this market place and there was a 20 percent off sale. The coupon was a piece of paper kind of ripped into a square, but then it had another square cut out of its center which I was trying to tape back in. I hoped that I could use multiple coupons, but then I realized I didn't need anything from this store, and so even at 80% off, it is still not a good expense of my money. Then there was someone, maybe my sister, or someone else, who wanted to go to the sale. So she was waiting for some guy to walk through the door so she could hand off her baby to him. He would be walking through the door at exactly 10:08 or 10:09 A M (something like that) and so she would walk out just as he was walking in and hand off her baby to him.

I guess a lot of these perceptions in dreams of the context of what is going on around me is telepathic because usually it is not said outright.

The next part was pretty interesting. I went to the end of a hallway and into this room behind a plastic curtain, like they have at gym showers. I started to notice lots of quarters on the floor and thought, maybe I dropped them there. (This makes me think there was some part of the dream in which I was already dealing with dream money but I can't remember. ) So I picked up one quarter, and then there was another, until one after another after another appeared. I looked at them, and they were silver, and seemed like waking life quarters. Some even had states on the back or eagles. Then, as I went more to my left, there were fifty cent pieces, some of those European coins with the silver around it and gold in the middle, and then gold dollar or five or even ten dollar coins in the shower part of the room. One of the quarters that was tails up, showing a bald eagle, was darker in color. I noticed this but just explained it to myself as waking life because money can get some dirt on it sometimes. I was feeling such a high from finding all of this money. The thought occured to me that it might be a dream. I think I finger palm tested a little, but eventually talked myself out of it being a dream! (Now upon awakening I find humor in that. ) As I picked up the coins, I had the sense come over me that they weren't mine. I was going to take them all anyway, and hoped that whoever they belonged to wouldn't come to get them before I finished gathering them all up.

Then I walked out from there and still had the money in mind but there was another objective now. I had on a black shirt with some red design on it, like a red square. Everyone else seemed to be wearing this dark green science olympiad shirt that I got in high school or middle school and it still fits me. My sister was one floor up but could talk down to me. She told me to change out of my "nice clothes" before I come up, because they were using lots of cleaning chemicals up there. I saw that she was wearing that green shirt and I thought of changing into that shirt too. For some reason I proceded to go upstairs. But I had forgotten to change my shirt first and was upset with myself, because I would have to go all the way back down. Going up, I think the stairs were a little funny.

My friend Yanni was playing a plastic water bottle as if it were a saxophone. I thought to myself, wow, I didn't know you could play a plastic water bottle so well and make such a great sound. Auditorially, I heard real saxophone music. Yanni was trying to attract a woman.

When I went back down the stairs, I noticed they were a little different than they were going up. There were like 4 or 6 steps, then it turned 90 degrees and there were 4 or 6 more steps, then it turned again and there was a really long set of steps going down. This seemed unusual to me but I didn't become lucidly aware or thinking of checking if I was dreaming. I remember the stairs were a little slippery at one point as I went down them forwards and I got really scared. I had to catch my balance on the side of the stair well and then started going down the stairs more carefully.

As I went down the stairs, I saw a few things. One was a grey electronic key board. I played it a little but was afraid it would get in the way of Yanni's music, so i stopped. (A lot of dreams were about a fear of playing music, which is coming up in my waking life as I consider picking up guitar again. ) I also saw this Kirby "alarm game" which was like a video game console. Also, I saw another quarter, but this one was clearly a fake plastic quarter, so I just returned it to the ground.

I got back downstairs and now Yanni was at the foot of the stairs, still playing saxophone. I wondered how he got there again. I walked through this row of bushes into a hallway and there were these really cool exotic flowers. They were bundled really close together and looked or felt kind of like fabric. There were sky blue, goldenrod, pink or red ones, and other colors. I noticed one flower seemed different but didn't think much of it. They were all along the side of this hallway.

I think some more stuff happened that I forgot. But then I found myself writing out what had happened so far, like I was doing a dream journal entry, but I was still in the same place. Unless I had dreamed of waking up, and forgot. I just felt like I was still in the same place.

After I felt I had finished journaling, I got up and started helping set up for the party. As I went along, I began to have more dream memories pop into my head, so I wanted to be sure I wouldn't forget them. I found myself a white piece of printer paper and ripped a little corner off to use for notes. I looked for a writing utensil and found a colored pencil that looked different colors but said dark brown on it. It was more like a mix of light brown and orange! But the text on the colored pencil in the dream was very clear. I rotated the colored pencil around to find this word for the color on there. The tip was very sharp. I was not lucidly aware, but I was doing all of this with some level of consciousness, just not knowing it was a dream. I remember thinking it was pretty cool that dream memories would just pop into my mind as I went about my activities, so I would always have another memory to look forward to. I leaned up against a solid surface and wrote about the Kirby alarm, something else I had seen, and then I was going to write that I saw Yanni playing saxophone. I felt self conscious to write about Yanni because he was standing right near by, but I justified it like, I am writing my dream, it is not about him. Just as I wrote the name "Yanni" on the paper, he actually started to walk towards me. I was like, uh oh. Then, he started to talk to me about telekinesis. (I find it amazing how in my dreams, telekinesis is very common place, but in waking life, it is harder to notice. )

Other stuff may have happened. I woke up and thought through these dreams, glad to recover them in some good level of detail.

(I wanted to note that I had been setting a strong intention to practice dream recall within a lucid dream because I heard that any action performed in the lucid dream state is seven to nine times stronger than an action performed in waking life. So I figured doing dream recall within a dream would boost my dream recall in waking life. It was cool to me how immediately this translated into a non lucid dream about dream recall. )










Round 5 of sleep.

I tried to do a wake back to bed after the last dream by doing some light physical activity and then going back to bed. I fell back asleep after what seemed like a long time of waiting there awake, and then woke up from that sleep with no dreams I could remember. That was a little dissappointing. I tried to sleep again but couldn't. I got up to start the day.

Fell asleep at: 12:00 A.M.

Woke up at: 9:00 A.M.



Nightmare:

I'm in my parents' car when I start picking at the inside of my mouth. There's something...stuck up there.

So, logically of course, I pick at it with a freaking pair of scissors. I finally get that thing out (That think being a piece of my tooth); Then my gums start to bleed. I stuff my mouth inside a towel and wait for it to pass.

My mouth feels numb just thinking about it...

Travelling to meet relations in Ireland, I get lost. I find a hotel to go into, as mobile phones did not exist (or I do not have one). Outside the weather is bad, a bit snowy and I look down at the street from a landing in the hotel (everything is painted white).
I manage to get through to Angela's house and explain where I am (a village near by).
I am getting all my things together in my suitcase when she arrives, far more quickly than expected in her 4 by 4.
Instead of arriving at their house, I end up in a large back room of a public house. It's my brother's wedding day. I don't feel in the mood to meet anyone and hangout in this back room, where the few kids that are there are. There is loads of food and games of all sorts set out, he has spent a lot. I am secretly pleased that no one much has turned up as I am jealous of my brother and all the relations who are rich. Then I see the piles of food and goodies and feel bad about it. More children start to come in and one of my relations a rotund man with large black beard and glasses. He is carrying a heap of big grapes that he tells me cost 10,000 dollars. I am infused with jealousy again, as yes it's sour grapes.

Few days ago had fallen asleep and dreamed within the half hour or so I slept.

Dream had me going into a house that I realized wasn't mine.

I was seen and called "Ruth". (( I know NO ONE in my waking life by the name of Ruth. Not reading or watching anything with anyone named Ruth, )). I don't think I was Ruth. I think I was being mistaken as her.

There was also another girl there who was supposedly a sister named maybe Daisy? Fuzzy.

After having approximately 280 dreams in the journalling system and some spectacular ones in there, I thought I'd compile some fun and amazing facts about my dreams. Some things you may have picked up already from reading my general entries and other things, they may have been a complete surprise until now. I'll update the facts every now and then so they're up to date. So without further ado, let's begin!



Waking Life Journalling:
- As of 13 May 2018, dreams have been recorded into the journal over 330 nights.
- With dreams each night being separated into A, B and further letters, there may be nearly 600 dreams.
- The highest letter reached on the journalling system was F, which means that there were six dreams remembered in one night.
- The first dream to be officially documented into the computer system was in 2012.
- As of 13 May 2018, a total of 18 lucid dreams have been recorded.

Dreamer Identity:
- No one has ever called me by my name in a dream.
- Most dreams between 2012 and 2016 took place with my wearing my school uniform.
- My dreams have never heavily distorted me.
- Besides dream guides, I am the next most powerful and intelligent character in my dreams.
- In the real world, I am 19 but in the dream world, I am still 18.

Abilities:
- My elements are an exact replica of Spyro's set. What's different about them is the kind of attacks I perform as well as other abilities that Spyro does not have evident in games.
- My primary element was ice, but in more recent dreams, this has been shifted to earth.
- If I put my mind to it (literally), I can control an occurrence for any other dream character.
- Controversially, I am stronger in non-lucids and weaker in lucids.
- In one dream, I stopped Murray from falling to death by using my earth element to create an anti-gravity field around him.
- In an encounter with flying robotic enemies, the electricity element had caused them to malfunction and the result was that they fell down, ultimately being destroyed on ground impact.

Dream Guides:
- There have been a total of 12 dream guides (9 males and 3 females) in the dream time-line.
- Dream guides weren't formally recognized until Dreamy WB's début in Dream No. 76.
- Initials of the current dream guide were originally supposed to be Dreamy WT but this was changed to reflect the comparison of identity to her waking life counterpart.
- Dreamy TH, Noah, Dreamy NN and Murray are substitute dream guides for when situations do not allow the current assigned dream guide to be present.
- As of 9 May 2018, Murray has graduated from a substitute dream guide into an official dream guide.
- Murray was not supposed to be a dream guide and rather, I was supposed to be his dream guide; but uncontrolled actions by him tended to replicate Dreamy WB's methods.
- Murray is the only dream guide that has not had his personality altered and rather, he keeps the personality that he has been given in real life (in the games). The only difference that has been applied to Murray is a brain enhancement.
- On serious occasions (in his first set of appearances), Murray results to consulting me in my bedroom, preferably while having a hug with me under sheets.
- Murray has the ability to recall events from past dreams and re-address them if necessary.
- Murray is the only dream guide that isn't human.
- As of 31 January 2018, Dreamy WB has appeared in dreams over 81 nights.
- Dreamy WB is the only dream guide with an alternate name.
- Even though not in dreams together, dream guides must know about each other as Dreamy SW appeared when there was a crisis with Dreamy WB and she wasn't even asked in the first place.
- Noah is the only dream guide that hasn't been thought of in waking life.
- Dreamy WB is the most intelligent dream guide.
- Dreamy WB is so advanced that she can pass on and teach techniques of guidance to other dream characters.
- Dreamy WB's default race is African but she once appeared as European in Dream No. 216 B.
- Dreamy WB is the only dream guide to be messed around and potentially bullied by the "Awareness Behind The Dream".
- There is such a thing as an aggressive dream guide, Dreamy JSe was one of them.
- Since Dream No. 231, Dreamy WB has developed the ability to appear even without request from the dreamer.
- Dreamy WB is the most gentle and affectionate female dream guide.
- All male dream guides after Dreamy WB in the time-line are equally as gentle and affectionate as each other but in their own unique ways.
- The dream guide with the shortest amount of service time was Dreamy TH who only interacted with me when I was at one of his singing events.
- As of 16 April 2018, Dreamy WB is the only dream guide that has helped someone not related to me.

Dream Characters:
- The most aggressive dream characters are my parents.
- All immediate family members have appeared in at least one dream.
- Most unknown dream characters seem to be quite strict and cold in their personality.
- My brother is the most "pushed around" character in my dreams.
- My cat is portrayed as ferocious.
- LB is the weakest character, at least thought of by me in dreams.
- Most teachers tend to have negative associations attached to them.

Character Relationships:
- I rely on my mum a lot in dreams where she is passive.
- Dreamy WB has helped my mum out of trouble in two dreams to date so far.
- In one dream, Dreamy WB and Murray worked in tandem to calm me down after an upsetting situation.
- As of 9 May 2018, Dreamy WB and Murray have worked together in 2 dreams to date.
- There was one dream with a DreamViews user in it but their identity was not revealed.
- I am only ever severely bullied by male characters.
- Although they have never met, WB and Dreamy WB are aware of each other (As of 9 February 2018).
- As of 10 February 2018, WB and Dreamy WB have met but they do not get along with each other.
- As of 31 January 2018, Dreamy WB had successfully disciplined my parents in 3 dreams.
- On rare occasions, I have had to provide discipline to Logan (SML) although he is older than me.
- Even I work with them, I am not a part of the Cooper Gang, nor do I want to be labelled with such description. Rather, I am their realm leader; without me, they would not be able to perform well in the dream world.
- My deceased grandfather used to be a nightmare but through stong-willed techniques in the waking world, he has been transformed into a passive but friendly dream character.
- I am always standing up for my brother in dreams where he isn't sided with my parents.
- In real life, WB is shorter than me. In dreams, WB is shorter than me... But Dreamy WB is taller than me.
- There was one dream where Dreamy WB appeared to be shorter than me.